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[size=16pt]Introduction[/size]
A slim, lithe black and white she-cat pads into a clearing in front of a large sign. If cats had known how to read she would of read the letters w-c-r-p-g. Her green eyes glinted with excitement as she padded forward and pushed the little flap. It moved forward. She pushed it with her paw and padded in, but her paws met nothing as she fell down, down, down.
When she awoke, she was laying on a cold stone floor. She stood up and winced. Her front left leg was broken as she limped across the floor. Her soft pink pads weren't use to the cold floor and it hurt her pads. A bright light shone down and a voice boomed around the room. "CATS! ALL CATS REPORT TO THE COMPUTER!" A large door opened and cats began to flow past in. Moontwinkle was pushed into the crowd by a strong wind and was pushed by the cats around her.
A large door at the end of this corridor covered the entire wall, a bright light coming from the door. She screeched with fear, until she was pushed into the door and began to fall again.
When her eyes blinked open, she was in a clearing, woods surrounding her. Her legs moved involuntarilly and she began to run. She crouched down and leapt, killing a mouse in the progress. "What is going on!" She tried to yowl, but no sound came from her muzzle. This WindClan she-cat was now on WarriorCatsRPG.com.
Hi! I'm Moontwinkle, a slim, lithe black and white WindClan she-cat with my best friend, Crowsoar, a dusty gray tom with pale blue eyes, who is mute, not deaf, just mute.
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Dusty brown paws thumped against the hard moor ground as Crowsoar ran across the moor. His pale blue eyes blazed as he pursuited the rabbit that lay only a few foxlengths ahead of him. His blood pounded in his ears as he urged his paws to go faster, the rabbit slowing as it began to tire. This is my chance... the tom thought as the rabbit began to slow, and slow, until Crowsoar leapt. He landed in front of the rabbit and swung around, grabbing the rabbit's hindquarters and pulling it back. He dug his claws into it, as he ran around to bite its neck and kill it. He successfully did this, but the rabbit had ran ahead and now the tom was in pursuit again. He frustration took over and the tom's legs pounded against the dirt, catching the rabbit and killing it. He licked his lips and smiled. He was panting too and still needed to catch more. Well no more rabbits, thats for sure. The mute tom thought, still panting.
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Black paws hit the rock as her legs muscles tightened. Her blood pounded in her ears and her eyes were full of determination. Moontwinkle managed to finally get up on the ledge of the rock and stared down, a wide smile spread across her white and black face. The black and white she-cat was climbing this ledge as a dare from her best friend, Crowsoar, a mute dusty gray black tom with pale blue eyes. She would always take on a dare, unless it was wrong. This was FUN!
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Name || Alleiance || Gender || Rank
Moontwinkle || WindClan || She-cat || Warrior
Crowsoar || WindClan || Tom || Warrior
Dreamfeather || RiverClan || She-cat || Queen || Mother of Quietkit, Silverkit, and Venomkit
Quietkit || RiverClan || She-kit || Kit || Is blind
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Character Name:
Moontwinkle
Character Age:
21 moons
Gender:
She-cat
Alliance:
WindClan
Rank:
Warrior
Appearance:
Moontwinkle is a slim, lithe black and white she-cat with a lovely sleek pelt. Her emerald orbs fit perfectly into her black and white spotted face. Her emotions are easy to see, since her eyes are always tinted sligtly with that emotion. Excitement, determination, and frustration are the most common emotions to see, lately. Her paws are entirely black, but even though she is slim she is muscular, and medium sized I guess. Her paws are large and her claws are great at digging themselves into hard stuff. Her paw pads are soft and pink, but this dosen't matter if she dosen't think about it.
Personality:
Moontwinkle is the type of cat who when she sets her mind to something, it is hard to get her NOT to do that. She is a little excitement filled cat who is also very determined. Her best friend, Crowsoar, is always giving her dares and she is always getting to them.
But she can also be rude and snappy to a cat who she dosen't like. She is short-tempered and will really attack if you tick her off. But with Crowsoar, her mute friend, she is goofy and kind-hearted and will do ANYTHING for him.
---Likes:
-Crowsoar, her best friend
-Rabbits
-Blue skys and sunshine
-The scent of lilacs
--- Dislikes:
-Cats who dis Crowsoar for being mute
-Thunderpaths
-Getting wet and rain
---Strengths:
-She is great at climbing
-Hunting
-Fighting
-Defending her friend
---Weaknesses:
-Keeping her temper
-Her fear of twolegs and thunderpaths and monsters
-Her soft paw pads
History:
Moonie was born to a loner mother, named Carma, who died when her father killed her. Moonie was abused by her father, but she ran away one day, just to run into Crow, a mute tom who she instantly liked. The two became best friends and fought their way through the twolegplace, facing many twolegs, monsters, and thunderpaths, that is why she has a fear of them. She left the twolegplace with Crow and the two went on the adventure of their lives. Moonie and Crow finallly found the moor, finding WindClan as well in the progress and joining. For the first few moons of their new lives, they kept their loner names, but they changed it when they went to their first gathering.
Roleplay Sample:
Dusty brown paws thumped against the hard moor ground as Crowsoar ran across the moor. His pale blue eyes blazed as he pursuited the rabbit that lay only a few foxlengths ahead of him. His blood pounded in his ears as he urged his paws to go faster, the rabbit slowing as it began to tire. This is my chance... the tom thought as the rabbit began to slow, and slow, until Crowsoar leapt. He landed in front of the rabbit and swung around, grabbing the rabbit's hindquarters and pulling it back. He dug his claws into it, as he ran around to bite its neck and kill it. He successfully did this, but the rabbit had ran ahead and now the tom was in pursuit again. He frustration took over and the tom's legs pounded against the dirt, catching the rabbit and killing it. He licked his lips and smiled. He was panting too and still needed to catch more. Well no more rabbits, thats for sure. The mute tom thought, still panting.
[font=georgia]Comments:
She is best friends with Crowsoar. This is her current thread; http://warriorcatsrpg.com/inde…0.msg44985813#msg44985813
She needs a mate and an apprentice.
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The plot is that my charrie falls in love with your charrie, they are both 16, and the charrie becomes pregnant. Now, just tell me your charries looks and name and then I'll tell you my charrie.
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Character Name:
Crowsoar
Character Age:
24 moons
Gender:
Tom
Alliance:
WindClan
Rank:
Warrior
Appearance:
Crowsoar is described as a dusty gray tom with cloudy blue eyes by some cats who don't know him, but by his best friend, Moontwinkle, he is described as 'a young gray tom with enchanting aqua irises'
[img width=510 height=382]http://flowerstar5.webs.com/aquaeyes.jpg[/img]
His throat is the real odd part about him. Outside, it looks like it was crushed inward, which is not the case. On the inside it looks like a slim hole that allows him to breath and eat, but he can't talk, as he also has no vocal cords.
Personality:
It's hard to say, since he has no voice, but his emotion shows. He is kind, but also snappy to some, but is brave and strong as well. No much to tell actually.
---Likes:
-His best friend, Moontwinkle
-Hawks
-Kind cats
--- Dislikes:
-People who dis him because he is mute
-Rabbits
-Dark, cloudy days
---Strengths:
-Hunting
-Fighting
---Weaknesses:
-Him being mute
-Climbing
-Swimming
History (8 or more sentences):
---wip
Roleplay Sample (Required for first advanced bio):
Comments (optional):
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I'm the girl and who ever else can be the boy.
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I know that, Kit, but I wanted to act creative on my very FIRST post! I am so excited, and what IS a fancypost? Hi Hopesong!
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Crowsoar's nose tingled as he scented hawk, but it was mixed with cat. He also smelled dog, that also was mixed with cat. Was there a cat in danger. The tom padded towards the scent silently as he padded forward and saw the cat. He gaped, racking his brain for something he could do.
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Her emerald eyes scanned the ground below her before falling on Blazeheart. "Hi!" She yelled down, hopping onto a ledge below her and slowly making her way down.
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Sure, but could you please tell me what it is?
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Crowsoar clenched his teeth, his mind forgotten as he sprinted forward and leapt at the dog, landing on him and sinking his claws in, his teeth digging into the dog's fur. He opened his mouth to screech, but him being mute he only had a mouth full of dog hair. He spat and bite down, blood flowing around his jaws.
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OH! They are so cool! I want one! 
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Sure. *bursts out with excitement* FANCYPOSTS!!!!
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Yup. *nods excitedly* 
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The dark gray tabby she-cat lay on her side against the edge of the nursery well her two day old kits suckled softly. Silverkit, a silver tabby tom, had pulled back when his brother, Venomkit, a gray point tom, shoved him and began to suckle again. Quietkit, their white sister, was laying in a curve of her mother's belly and sleep peacefully.
[a mate is needed, as well as players for Silverkit and Venomkit]
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But how do I know which numbers to put? :(
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{Jessica ~ Carter ~ Raylen}
Nickname: Jessie, or Jesse
Gender: Female
Age: 11
Year: First
House: Hufflepuff
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Personality: Jesse is kind and caring to most other witches and wizards, but she can also be snappy if you get on her nerves. She has a really short temper and is only really mean to Scorpius, because she absolutely despises Malfoys.
Skills: She is great at flying and potions, but also at care of magical creatures.
Flaws: Transfiguration and charms, and not that hot at keeping her temper.
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Broom: A firebolt.
Patronus: A polar bear.
Wand: 14'' cottonwood, dragon heartstring, springy
Classes: The core classes
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Parents: Courtney and James Raylen, who are muggles.
Pet: A barn owl named White Lilac.
Siblings: Twin sisters who are both 4.
History: Jessie was born to two muggles, and didn't find out about the wizarding world until she got the letter.
Crush: James Sirius Potter
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Username: Moontwinkle92
Screen Name: Moontwinkle92
Muse: 4/10 to 8/10
Activity: I'm on every day.
Other: Summer.
Dusty brown paws thumped against the hard moor ground as Crowsoar ran across the moor. His pale blue eyes blazed as he pursuited the rabbit that lay only a few foxlengths ahead of him. His blood pounded in his ears as he urged his paws to go faster, the rabbit slowing as it began to tire. This is my chance... the tom thought as the rabbit began to slow, and slow, until Crowsoar leapt. He landed in front of the rabbit and swung around, grabbing the rabbit's hindquarters and pulling it back. He dug his claws into it, as he ran around to bite its neck and kill it. He successfully did this, but the rabbit had ran ahead and now the tom was in pursuit again. He frustration took over and the tom's legs pounded against the dirt, catching the rabbit and killing it. He licked his lips and smiled. He was panting too and still needed to catch more. Well no more rabbits, thats for sure. The mute tom thought, still panting.
